So, on Saturday I ran Race for a Noble Cause. This is a 5K race to benefit Noble Hospital in Westfield, MA. I can make a long story pretty short by just coming right out and saying that I missed my PR by one second.
On the one hand, this infuriates me. I feel certain I could have found that two seconds in that race somewhere. But I didn't. My first reaction was to be infuriated, and that lasted for about an hour before I came to the realization that I really didn't have any reason to expect that I would get anywhere near my PR that day. I was undertrained compared to my PR and I'm still convinced that course was short. It wasn't certified and the race was run by a bunch of clowns. It doesn't exist anymore. Also, that was four years ago. I was 33. Now I'm practically 37. So I should look at this as unmitigated good news.
Except there is some mitigation. My right knee feels slightly weird. I'm petrified my ITB is coming back. I did the stairmill last night and five miles this morning before work and its not killing me, but every once in a while I can feel it. I need to work some weights back into my routine and I need to find an alternate source of ice. I broke my awesome thingy that puts a plastic handle on your ice.
At any rate, I feel strong and I've been eating well aside from the blowout over the weekend. After my run this morning I weighed in at 144.8. So if I'm going to freak out and binge, now would be the time.
